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Apr 11
The Inferno of Life - by Saleem

Life is a journey
With paths to be chosen
One may be dark
One may be light
But in the end
Our two paths shall meet
Bringing two worlds
Together
Light and dark coexist
On each other, not one
Reigns over the other
Life is just a shelter
From the woods
You must choose
You're own path

On the firery path
That I walk
I feel no remorse
Every step burning higher
Than the next
My life is not sheltered
From the woods
It is open
And burns for eternity
And my path
Shall meet
The rest
I am a college student in Texas who is seeking to relieve himself by getting his sorrows and feelings out to the world.
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Apr 14
untitiled - by Ian Lawless

Beyond body, beyond mind
There lies infinity.
Beyond tales of divinity,
Of minds seeking purity
There lies infinity.
From the start of time
Till the end of space
Where every being has its place
And every space has its being;
There lies infinity.
I am a 16 year old student in Nova Scotia, Canada. Some of my interests are Paganism, Shamanism, Druidism and martial arts.
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Apr 16
untitled - by Mary-Allana

In branded straights I walk alone
Through fields of mosses, rows of stone
And, tiny of eyes of pearl beneath
     vast caverns of belief.
It seems the air is truer
Than what is trampled underneath
Patterns of the moment may vehemently
     disregard the past
Since the only physicality
Is where we stand and how we last.
    I feel the arm of time denied
    We're breaking ground, no place to hide.
I may not get my point across
But I'll get myself across
    this field.
I live in a small town in the mountains in southern British Columbia. I do energetic bodywork through Shiatsu and Reiki. Nature gives us a window into ourselves in the moment.
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Apr 22
PRAY - by Tom Schaeffer

I get on my knees, and I pray.
I move the words but nothing I say,
Will keep me safe, will keep me warm,
 undernieth this world; a valley of storm.
I close my eyes and clasp my hands;
 My words are a grain in a desert of sand.
I pray again now, for why I don't know;
 I pray that the scars on my face will not show.
But time will go on and days will soon end,
 To bury the pain from this life once again.
But just as the sun will rise for the day,
 With all of these words, the nothings he'll say.
I am a young person in California. Wondering if there is any room in this life for people like myself. I'll figure it out tomorrow.
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Apr 23
A Death in the City - by Gregory J. Christiano

Through the blue and frosty heavens
Far-off stars were shining bright;
Glistening lamps throughout the City
Almost matched their gleaming light;
While the winter snow was lying,
And the winter winds were sighing,
Long ago, one frozen night.

In one house was dim and darkened;
Gloom, and sickness, and despair,
Dwelling in the gilded chambers
Creeping in the marble stair,
Even stilled the voice of mourning -
For a child lay dying there.

Silken curtains fell around him,
Velvet carpets hushed the tread,
Many costly toys were lying
All unheeded by his bed,
And his tangled golden ringlets
Were on downy pillows spread.

The skill of that mighty City
To save one little life was vain, -
One little thread from being broken,
One fatal word from being spoken;
No, his very mother's pain,
And the mighty love within her,
Could not give him health again.

So she knelt there beside him,
She alone with strength to smile,
Promising that he should suffer
No more in a little while,
Murmuring tender song and story,
Weary hours to beguile.

So came an angel, slowly rising,
Spread his wings, and through the air
Bore the child and, while he held him
To his heart with loving care,
Placed a branch of crimson roses
Tenderly beside him there.

While, with tender love, the angel
Leaning o'er the little nest,
In his arms the sick child folding,
Laid him gently on his breast,
Sobs and wailings told the mother
That her darling was at rest.

In the churchyard of that City
Rose a tomb of marble rare,
Decked, as soon as Spring awakened,
With her buds and blossoms fair, -
And a humble grave beside it, -
No one knew who rested there.
I am a born and bred city-dweller living in the country (New Jersey). Grew up in the Bronx of the 1950's, graduated CUI, Pella, Iowa, BA, working in Manhattan as a Claims Adjuster. Have written many poems, short stories, essays, a two act play, four novellas. I am published in various anthologies and magazines and won several awards, one for best nostalgic piece in the Bronx County Historical Society Journal, Fall 2002. I love a good mystery and detective yarns. Hope to publish a collection of poems and short stories soon.
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Apr 24
untitled - by marsha ferreira

death came today, it stole you away
into the cold ground now you must lay
the lure was so strong, and the choice was so wrong
you chose the drug, you chose to die
you left us here with our grief to cry
you got to walk, we had to stay
did you not realize the price we would pay?
you can not hear me scream you can not hear me yell
i am so angry is what i want to tell
i hate the choice, i hate the drugs
i miss you brian, i miss your hugs.
you left us here with our sorrow of hell
dedicated to my older brother brian who passed away this year on July 21, 2002. God, I miss him.

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Apr 27
untitled - by Amanda

Hand in hand
Heart to heart
We help each other
When fear faces us
We lean on each other
When the time permits
Face to face
Similarities are based
Never to be lost
Never to be forgotten
Let's learn to love
Let's learn to care
For we are one
And we are all
I live in Perth, Western Australia. I have 3 poems published at poetry.com and a couple of others on their website.
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Apr 27
Sweet Memories - by Jennifer (Jinx)

Sweet memories of the lightest touch
to dance across my skin
Recalling tender kisses shared
our love and what had been

In my mind I relive moments
my heart cannot forget
from last time held in your embrace
back years to when we met

I think of walking hand in hand
those smiles meant just for me
long hours spent sharing hopes and fears
the dream I thought we'd be

Regrets just taint sweet memories
Joy known was worth all pain
and though I've scars from lesons learned
I know I'll love again
.

I'm a mother of two in Virginia. I've just recently begun
writing.
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Apr 28
The Rendezvous Reflection - by Earl T. Moran

My heart flutters as I near our secret place.
I squint to see you sitting across the creek.
But in the bright sun it is difficult,
To distinguish between the dancing~

white butterflies that flutter among daffodils,
And the bright flickers of reflections,
Chasing shadows from your face.

As I walk over the swinging bridge,
The glare is pillowed by a fleeting little cloud.
And in that dim lit moment I became aware,
Of the reflection of kindness butterflies surround~

shimmering in your smile...........

Enlightening The Moment
I'm an extreme sportsman and have written poetry for 2 years. I live in the Pacific NothWest of Washington state, U.S.A
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Apr 28
The Rendezvous Reflection - by Earl T. Moran

My heart flutters as I near our secret place.
I squint to see you sitting across the creek.
But in the bright sun it is difficult,
To distinguish between the dancing~

white butterflies that flutter among daffodils,
And the bright flickers of reflections,
Chasing shadows from your face.

As I walk over the swinging bridge,
The glare is pillowed by a fleeting little cloud.
And in that dim lit moment I became aware,
Of the reflection of kindness butterflies surround~

shimmering in your smile...........

Enlightening The Moment
I'm an extreme sportsman and have written poetry for 2 years. I live in the Pacific NothWest of Washington state, U.S.A
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Apr 28
No gladness in Gladiating - by Exposure to Mayhem

On the day I was borne,
The thorns were extra
Hard on the roses.
And hearts were still,
Hard from commandments
Handed down by Moses.

I was regarded,
As more burdensome,
Than a herdeof the blackest sheep.
My dreams that keepeth me,
Screaming would have caused
others to die in their sleep.

Alas I grew,
My armour grew thicker.
Nothing could harm me,
Woth thus and thus thick.
I was stronger than a
Nile hippopotamus.
I scared hell out of
Ominous on the vile,
River of Styx.

I gaineth great wisdom,
As I slayed great demons.
Wicked wizards, ogres,
Evened a few dragons.

Noweth, in this age,
Of the last of days.
I lay down mace and sword,
Mindful for an early grave.
In my latening~
filled with violence and rage,
They hath become me.

Will groans away from,
My heart that pumps still.
Deep within me,
Yearneth for life~
Far, far and away
wherest I shall
nary again bareth these
weapons of death.....
Author of Poetry from The Storm & Storm Wars (not yet published). I have one published poem, 'Painting Moonlight' @ poetry.com
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